Clip exposure, the savior Kamijou Touma

Because this is a one-versus-ten thousand duel.

Kamijou Touma knew it very well.

No matter how strong your physical fitness is, you can't do this.

In front of him, the pursuit and blockade of the people with special abilities did not decrease at all.

One person with the ability to release fire even barely brushed past his cheek.

The burning marks made Mr. Kamijou frown.

The retreat route is blocked.

The paths that could be chosen - all were blocked.

"Is this... the end of the road?"

The screen was completely dark.

The depressing atmosphere created suddenly expanded.

This made the audience in front of the screen feel a jolt in their hearts and they couldn't help but curse. Why did the editing deliberately show off at such a critical moment?

"What's going on! Can't we see the outcome of this duel right away?" In the Hunter's world, a young man named Killua put his hands on his hips helplessly, frowning as he watched the scene.

This represents the mentality of the vast majority of viewers. They are usually very busy people and only have a small amount of time to break into the live editing room. Because they are too busy with their daily work, they only run in at this time when they have a little free time. It is natural that they are not happy to witness this kind of method.

but--

It's just them.

People who really spend a long time in this live broadcast room.

I couldn't help but start laughing when I saw this scene.

“The embellishment technique with a guiding nature seems to be deliberately influencing the audience’s judgment, but this technique is better placed at the very beginning of the story, in the content that is already in the later stage. It only lets the audience know that the protagonist will start to show off, that’s all...it has no other use.” This is the evaluation made by Dr. Romani Akiman from Chaldea. At this moment, he is holding a cup of coffee, staring at the screen in the video with an air of seeing through everything, without any change in expression.

"While new viewers are still lamenting the deliberately messed up editing, old viewers have prepared their oxygen tanks and have figured out how to blow up the protagonist." In stark contrast to these viewers, in Kasuga World, the daily youth boy Hikigaya, who has recovered from his injury, stares with dead eyes and speaks in a mature and indifferent manner, knowing very well that all this has already had a destined ending:

"Sorry, the protagonist can't be killed! Especially a decent protagonist like this. Why do you think that a person who has accumulated connections everywhere and has so many hidden identities will lose here?"

Such statements and evaluations are not only found in the universe, but also in the Magical Index itself.

Even though many people were worried about Kamijou Touma's safety in the beginning, after seeing the comments from the audience, all the anxious and panicked emotions gradually faded away to a certain extent.

"Is what they said true?" Misaka Mikoto had no way to make a judgment, because as far as her own emotions were concerned, seeing this idiot being dragged into such a troublesome abyss again, she felt only anxiety and irritation in her heart.

It's Academy City again.

Another internal fight.

This helpless and tedious situation made the girl feel a little physically and mentally exhausted.

He is one of the seven people with super powers that this city is proud of.

They are forced to accept and recognize the deeper dark side of this city.

At this moment, these dark sides couldn't even wait to reach out to Kamijou Touma.

Obviously, this guy has a close relationship with the president of this Academy City, Aleister. Could it be that they don't know about this at all?

The girl had no idea and didn't want to delve into it. She just felt heartbroken as she watched this idiot who had saved her time and again foolishly walk into a trap set by others.

How will everything go next?

Should I continue to charge forward alone without hesitation?

Or is there anyone who will help?

The girl, Misaka Mikoto, was not aware of such things.

but--

She suddenly saw the always annoying Shokuhou Misaki beside her suddenly smiling at her. It was a sweet smile, but one that made people feel uncomfortable at first glance.

This is a woman full of mysteries, and her unknown past seems to be related to the idiot Kamijou. No matter from which level, Misaka Mikoto doesn't want to be looked down upon by this guy.

However, what she didn't expect was that it was this angry state that allowed Shokuhou Misaki to see through her inner thoughts.

"I seem to be able to understand what you are thinking, although I don't have any ability, so I can only see a little bit."

The queen who controlled everything with her mental power suddenly smiled and spoke.

"You're worried about Touma, right?"

This is a truth that even a pig can see clearly, but the reality is that the moment this news was spoken, Misaka Mikoto's face suddenly blushed.

This guy, why is she so talkative! !

"You...what are you talking about? Who would worry about this guy? I'm just worried that this matter will not affect the future of this Academy City in the end!"

In a panic, Misaka told the most false lie, but she never imagined that this kind of hypocrisy was exactly what Shokuhou Misaki wanted to see.

The queen, who was as sweet as honey, hummed and poked her lips with the index finger of her left hand wearing a snow-white glove, and said intriguingly, "That's good."

"Is that it? What do you mean?" Misaka Mikoto frowned, feeling that this guy was hinting at something.

Unexpectedly, Shokuhou Misaki was too lazy to pretend, or perhaps she had already anticipated that the story of herself and Kamijou Touma would be told in the future, so there was no need to be vague like before.

So, he showed a confident smile and said bluntly: "I mean, that's right, if this way, no one can snatch Touma from me, right?"

This tone of voice and the confident look made it seem as if the boy was already in her pocket.

Misaka Mikoto's eyelids twitched, and she suppressed her temper and smiled maliciously: "You are right. Anyway...what makes you think I would want to compete with you for a fool! Besides, you haven't even shown your face to this idiot yet, so why do you always look so confident of winning...I asked you who you are, but you refused to tell me, why do you have to play such a prank on me?"

The information between the two was not equal from the very beginning, which was the thing that bothered Misaka Mikoto the most.

Shokuhou Misaki seems to know everything, as if she has been involved with Kamijou from the beginning, but she never makes an official appearance in the plot and meets Touma from beginning to end, which makes people feel even more weird and inexplicable.

And she, whose appearances in the plot are second only to Touma, even more than that perverted killer Accelerator, how could such a thing happen! ?

"You still can't tell me your identity?" she continued.

Shokuhou Misaki smiled intriguingly, then blinked and made a scissors hand gesture like an idol, and started to be mysterious again:

"We will know about this kind of thing later, don't worry, just be patient~ Or has our lovely princess already developed a strong sense of crisis and thought about the reality that she will be defeated by me again in terms of femininity?☆"

"And the most important thing is not who I am, but who can save Touma at this moment, right?"

Such a sentence is full of the meaning of changing the subject.

But it is very real, because it really hit Misaka Mikoto's heart.

That’s right... In that case, who will be the hero who ultimately saves Kamijou Touma?

With this curiosity, the two gradually stopped arguing and stared at the video in astonishment.

After a long time, when the dark curtain was lifted again and the heroes who saved everything appeared on the scene, they all smiled happily at the same time.

.....

within the clipped video screen.

When sonic attacks, flame attacks, and throwing objects in various directions.

These things come one after another.

Kamijou Touma's heart was filled with chills, and he watched all this with a pale face.

But even so, these people with special abilities would not give up the fight at this point, so the boy had to solve everything on his own.

That's right... this has to be resolved ASAP!!!

Kamijou stared with wide eyes, knowing that it was too much of a stretch, but he still lowered his upper body to try to avoid the flames. At this moment—

boom--!

Several flashes of light blew away all the advertising trucks that were making loud noises.

Kamijou didn't know what happened.

Anyway, the shock wave disappeared, so he focused on dealing with the fire ability user and used his right hand to break up the attack that was like a high wall.

He thought the enemy had also come, but things turned out to be beyond his expectations.

The person who came was not a cyborg with a red-purple metal body.

But there were a few figures that no one had expected.

Including several characters who have appeared... or have not appeared in this story.

Several people with super powers whose abilities were replicated...arrived as promised.

"I said—"

The other party didn't seem to take Kamijou and the others seriously.

The fourth girl came on stage with a girl in a knitted dress and a girl in a pink sportswear. She pushed her bangs up with one hand and said as if no one was around:

"Where did Fremea go? Damn it, Hamazura, that bastard, if he wanted to contact me, he should have given me some more useful information."

"Well, if we defeat them all and investigate them all, we'll find out sooner or later, right?"

"...a signal coming from the south-south-west."

As if to say that this was still within the scope of daily life, they plunged directly into the commotion without hesitation.

In contrast, the girl who lost the megaphone threw the megaphone-shaped microphone aside, trying to dominate the space with her voice while smiling.

"Ha, haha. Hahahahahahaha! Thanks for the sudden impromptu request! That's why live performances are fun...!"

"That's too much noise, idiot."

"Boom!" An explosion sounded.

There were at least more than ten people flying into the sky mysteriously.

This was not caused by the conflict between the fourth person and the microphone girl. It was caused by the burning botanical garden in the distance. (What happened...?)

Kamijou looked around in surprise.

There is...

"This is really tragic."

The red flames and heat waves, which were different from the strong white light of nighttime illumination, dominated everything. A young boy stood in the red forest. He was wearing a pure white school uniform and a headscarf on his head. He looked at the burning trees with a look of regret from the bottom of his heart.

"They have survived to this day by their perseverance, right? Some of them even live much longer than humans. Of course, humans sometimes have to cut down trees to make a living. But I can't stand the fact that you have no respect for their perseverance."

Ranked seventh in Academy City.

Sogiita Army Tyrant.

The reason he showed up here was simple—he encountered a commotion while walking down the street. To be honest, unlike artificial objects, real objects don’t need any trigger to get involved in an incident.

"Hey--"

He thrust his clenched fist forward while making a stupid cry.

That's it.

blow!

In the face of the overwhelming wind, the flames of the forest fire were extinguished like a candle.

The dozen or so students surrounding him couldn't help but take two or three steps back. On the other hand, Sogiita didn't care about the actions of the "heroes". The only thing he cared about was the remaining flames.

"Oh my, there are still some left? I can't finish them in one go, which means I'm not strong enough."

Sogiita lowered his body and raised his fist.

"I'm telling you this. If you want to escape, run now. I don't intend to drag you down with me, but if you don't have the willpower, you won't be able to withstand my 'rescue.'"

"Damn it! What the hell is going on!"

"Follow him! There's nothing to be afraid of as long as we surround him!"

"That's what I said...!"

As the bang was heard, several boys fell to the ground. At this moment, there was still a boy standing in the middle of a place surrounded by dozens of boys and girls. Although he was alone in a black leather jacket, he was still unharmed.

In contrast, the besieging party had lost more than half of its combat power. Perhaps because this group had no centripetal force, some people even left to pursue other targets.

Someone said:

"You must be joking..."

Another person said: